Beneath
his peasant moon
he marvelled at creation,
the reason for it all?
Haunted still,
he\'d returned
to the place where blood
tainted every footfall
across a now barren valley
of death and vengence.
Here... forgiveness
became poisoned
by the faith each
waring nation
lustfully instilled within
it\'s enthusiastic youth
to create righteous
murdering soldiers.
When...
from practiced lips
of long corrupt religion
had come the disgusting lie
\"God be with you\"
Each wound
. a gaping hole
. in mans religious fabrication